In the three decades that I have spent walking around on this thing we all call Earth, the feeling of desperation hit me more than I would have wanted or expected to. The symptoms are usually the same: something bad happens that leads to another pile of shitty things and eventually you fall into a giant pit. I’ve always pictured the feeling as being on the last step of a ladder and just when you are about to release it and touch the rooftop with your feet, the ladder begins to sway, and you start panicking.
Despair is one of those feelings who never lasts more than three seconds, but in the midst of feeling it you actually imagine that a life time has gone by and by the end of those three seconds, when you are safe or only injured, you don’t even remember and acknowledge what happened to you.
During these three decades, I was taught that no matter how hard you struggle, someone or something will turn around, face you, and place a barrier between you and your dreams, hopes, accomplishments and so on. You know, the good things. I guess there is a point in everyone’s life when you just think “I don’t care anymore! Hit me with your best shot!” and that’s when things start to get interesting, the ladder suddenly finds its balance and you can finally step foot on that rooftop. But remember, if you look back, even for one second, the Universe will make you pay the price and from time to time it can let you fall into that giant hole of nothingness right under your feet.